[2010 Resolution] - Drabble 23
Date: 20 November 2010
Promt: "I am usually better when I lie."
There is a man sitting in a prison cell. Despite the blood-caked bandages wound around his stomach, the tight knots of the rope binding his wrists before him, and the guard's grim glare boring a hole through his head, he has a cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk on his face.
"Finally, they send man to watch me, eh?" Six-Six chuckles before it turns into a bout of wet coughs. He gets no sympathy from the broad-shouldered man standing on the other side of the bars. When the bounty hunter no longer feels like his lungs are on fire, "They too soft, all of them. Too green. Too easy to pull wool over eyes. Not like you, eh, Tetrax?"
"These are good people who would rather not get blood on their hands," he answers simply.
"They send you for dirty work?" his lips curl into a twisted sneer, "No wonder rebels fail. Placing trust in traitor like you."
Six-Six sees the flash in the former mercenary's eyes, the clenching of a square jaw, and the pale knuckles of tightly balled fists. To anyone else, the sight of an angry Tetrax would be enough to send them cowering. It makes Six-Six laugh. "Last guard say still deliberating on my fate," he states nonchalantly. "Betting you vote I be gutted."
No response. That is fine. He finds he rather likes the silence, thinks it's much better than the constant jabber of his fellow bounty hunter Seven-Seven.
"You should have gutted me when find me," Six-Six chides.
"Don't tempt me," Tetrax warns, a hand idly brushing against the hilt of a small knife in its sheath strapped to his waist.
Six-Six rises to unsteady legs, "You too soft," he clucks his tongue as he straightens and approaches the bars, "Know who be softer?" He considers Tetrax narrowing his eyes suspiciously at him as his cue to continue, "Science-girl. Name be Myaxx, no?"
He doesn't falter, doesn't pause when Tetrax takes a step toward him. If anything it only encourages him, "Very sweet and docile. Especially when under you." He's grinning madly now. "But best part? Science-girl really know how to use mouth. Like to see her ag-"
A hand shoots through the bars, grabs Six-Six by the collar, and roughly yanks him forward. The metal poles slam into him, and Tetrax's fist is twisting viciously into his wound. He hears the former mercenary menacingly snarl, "I don't know what sort of mind-game you're playing at, but you need to shut the fuck up."
"About Science-girl?" he rasps. He feels himself being jerked back then abruptly slammed against the bars a second time. Somehow he manages to maintain the presence of mind, despite the agonizing pain coursing through him, long enough to seize the opportunity when it presents itself.
Tetrax shoves him away with enough force the back of his skull collides with the wall. He hears rather than sees the former mercenary storm out the prison. And when the stars winking before his eyes fade, Six-Six grins down at the small knife he managed to snatch from Tetrax.
Promt: "I am usually better when I lie."
There is a man sitting in a prison cell. Despite the blood-caked bandages wound around his stomach, the tight knots of the rope binding his wrists before him, and the guard's grim glare boring a hole through his head, he has a cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk on his face.
"Finally, they send man to watch me, eh?" Six-Six chuckles before it turns into a bout of wet coughs. He gets no sympathy from the broad-shouldered man standing on the other side of the bars. When the bounty hunter no longer feels like his lungs are on fire, "They too soft, all of them. Too green. Too easy to pull wool over eyes. Not like you, eh, Tetrax?"
"These are good people who would rather not get blood on their hands," he answers simply.
"They send you for dirty work?" his lips curl into a twisted sneer, "No wonder rebels fail. Placing trust in traitor like you."
Six-Six sees the flash in the former mercenary's eyes, the clenching of a square jaw, and the pale knuckles of tightly balled fists. To anyone else, the sight of an angry Tetrax would be enough to send them cowering. It makes Six-Six laugh. "Last guard say still deliberating on my fate," he states nonchalantly. "Betting you vote I be gutted."
No response. That is fine. He finds he rather likes the silence, thinks it's much better than the constant jabber of his fellow bounty hunter Seven-Seven.
"You should have gutted me when find me," Six-Six chides.
"Don't tempt me," Tetrax warns, a hand idly brushing against the hilt of a small knife in its sheath strapped to his waist.
Six-Six rises to unsteady legs, "You too soft," he clucks his tongue as he straightens and approaches the bars, "Know who be softer?" He considers Tetrax narrowing his eyes suspiciously at him as his cue to continue, "Science-girl. Name be Myaxx, no?"
He doesn't falter, doesn't pause when Tetrax takes a step toward him. If anything it only encourages him, "Very sweet and docile. Especially when under you." He's grinning madly now. "But best part? Science-girl really know how to use mouth. Like to see her ag-"
A hand shoots through the bars, grabs Six-Six by the collar, and roughly yanks him forward. The metal poles slam into him, and Tetrax's fist is twisting viciously into his wound. He hears the former mercenary menacingly snarl, "I don't know what sort of mind-game you're playing at, but you need to shut the fuck up."
"About Science-girl?" he rasps. He feels himself being jerked back then abruptly slammed against the bars a second time. Somehow he manages to maintain the presence of mind, despite the agonizing pain coursing through him, long enough to seize the opportunity when it presents itself.
Tetrax shoves him away with enough force the back of his skull collides with the wall. He hears rather than sees the former mercenary storm out the prison. And when the stars winking before his eyes fade, Six-Six grins down at the small knife he managed to snatch from Tetrax.